“Hey guys, have you seen Catherine or Sara” Grissom asked walking into the breakroom.

“No sorry Griss” Warrick said putting down his coffee cup.

“They should have been back from their scene ages ago, i’ll give Catherine a ring, Nick will you give Sara a ring” he said to the Texan.

“Yeah sure” he said flipping open his phone and dialling her number. It rang several times until her voicemail was heard.

“She ain’t answering Grissom, what about Catherine”Nick said flipping his phone back down.

“Same, right Nick Warrick i want you to go over to their scene see if their alright” Grissom ordered and the two jumped to their feet and practically ran to their Denali.

“Sara, Catherine” Nick called shining his flashlight across the living room with his left hand. In his right hand he held his gun with his arm extended in front of him.

“Nick quick” came Warrick’s booming voice from the kitchen. Nick ran into the kitchen his gun high.

“What what” he called looking at his friend.

“Look” Warrick said paling as he averted the beam of his torch to a large pool of blood next to the back door.

“Oh god” Nick said feeling the sick rise in his throat. He looked around and saw another spray of blood across the wall.

The two men were stood still on the spot each getting lost in their own minds. What had happened to their girls.

Catherine stirred slightly her head pounding. Her whole body felt heavy and she forcefully opened her eyes. She looked around but couldn’t see anything. Slowly Catherine slid her hands which she found were unbound along the wall. They were cold and slimy.

She wiped her hands on her jeans and strained her eyes to see through the darkness. Then she remembered that she wasn’t the only one who had been taken.

“Sara” she called going onto her hands and knees and feeling about for her friend.

“Sara” she called again a little louder. Still no sound. Her heart began to beat faster. She thought back to when they were taken.

Images flashed through her head of Sara lying on the floor blood pooling around her, a man smashing herself across the room, a chloroformed rag coming across her face, the last thing she saw before passing out was Sara standing up again.

What if she got away, but when i saw her on the floor she had been hit across the head, so if she’s got concussion, and is here, she could, what if, no no she’s not she’s a survivor Catherine thought to herself. The worry built up in the pit of her stomach.

“Sara” she called again but still no sound. Catherine got onto her hands and knees again and felt around. Suddenly when she got to the otherside of the room her hand grasped onto something soft.

“Sara” she said and slowly run her hands long what felt like a leg. She felt around when suddenly her hand touched something wet. Blood.

“Come on Sara open your eyes” Catherine said pushing the woman lightly. A small moan emitted from her. Catherine let out the breath that she didn’t know she had been holding.

“That’s a girl, come on Sara can you hear me” Catherine pleaded pulling what felt like Sara’s head into her lap.

“Catherine, is that you” came Sara’s weak voice.

“Yeah it’s me Sara” Catherine cooed quietly.

“Where are we” Sara groaned lifting a hand to her head, When she did she was met with the rough feel off dried blood along the side of her face and head.

“I don’t know Sar, i really don’t know” Catherine replied trying to think of anything but what was going to happen next.

So where are they then, ooh, thanks for the reviews guys really help, review if you liked this and want more